A main afternoon

You would think that, after four weeks in hell, I would be happy to see the end of it all and yet I was mostly... disoriented.

We left school with a letter in our hands and without really understanding what it meant not having to come back the next Monday. We headed towards Main Street and there we wandered the whole afternoon. Jonathan left after lunch and Kirsty and Martin resumed their lives shortly after that. Dean, Scott and I ended up in Kafka's Cafe talking about... everything.

I will always remember just how sweet that Spanish Latte tasted when Scott mentioned that we could take away life's meaning just as easily as we could give it; I will never forget how insightful Dean was when he said that, sometimes, it's not about finding the job of your dreams, it's about finding the job, which will allow you to fullfil your dreams afterwards; I will always remember how beautifully it was getting dark outside when we made some comments on the exposed pictures of Malay alleys; most of all, I will never forget the moment we parted.

I hope life gives us all what we are looking for; I hope we manage to get together several times in the process; I hope...